Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Varas
Vocals
boerd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Varas
Composer
Bård Ericson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Varas
Producer
Bård Ericson
Producer
Aryan Marzban
Mixing Engineer
Jonathan Ojeda
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
It’s nothing
What would you do?
With a ceiling
Full of black mold
What’s the point of a high
If my wings can’t cope
I would like a cozy cage
And get prescribed some lack of change
I received a pill for sanity
A centipede
Feasts on me
I’m losing altitude
I do not hear
The drumming sound from my wings
Got handed a bean that made me ill
The serpent’s teeth
They’re sinking in
I’m losing altitude
No drumming sound
Eaten by worms
It’s nothing
What would you do?
With a ceiling
Full of black mold
They say “just take some drugs”
That’s some temporary love
Pair it with a temporary lover
I received a pill for sanity
A centipede
Feasts on me
I’m losing altitude
I do not hear
The drumming sound from my wings
Got handed a bean that made me ill
The serpent’s teeth
They’re sinking in
I’m losing altitude
No drumming sound
Eaten by worms
All the mothers wept
That’s the normal times
They don’t even listen for no drumming sounds
Now we get around
Carrying the silence on our backs
Written by: Benjamin Varas, Bård Ericson